The piece ended. The man at the piano slowly rose, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze deep and affectionate.
Si Mingjing had also illuminated all the marble tiles, and instantly, she felt as if she were immersed in a sea of flowers.
She tilted her head up slightly, her eyes meeting Mo Yinhe's across the distance.
Her calm was stirred, a hint of playful pride in her voice as she asked, "What's all this about?"
Mo Yinhe offered a devastatingly charming smile. "Mingjing, come here."
Si Mingjing didn't want to move. She had just lit up all the tiles, completing the dynamic puzzle, and was now standing in a romantic sea of flowers, still savoring the moment, not yet having her fill.
No woman could resist such beauty and romance!
She was no exception.
"You come down. I don't want to move. It's beautiful here. It would be even better if these peach blossoms were real."
